Flickering Memories

Chapter 43

A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Kimmon's POV

I moved up close to Copter as he took out his phone from his pocket, and peeked into the screen to see who was calling him.

Emily... shit, I remembered that name very clearly. That name had been etched in my brain since the day that Copter had unintentionally mentioned it to me.

"Hold on," I heard him say as he quickly put his clothes back on.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" he asked me.

"Why do I have the feeling that it's gonna take you more than just a second?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He ignored my comment and walked out of my study.

I put my own clothes back on and waited for him to come back.

I was going to give him only a minute or two. After that I was going after him and was going to grab his phone from him and crush it under my heel.

Copter's POV

"Are you going home now, sir?" a wide eyed Bernard asked me as I passed by him on the way out. He was probably surprised that P'Kim was not seeing me out.

"No, Bernard," I explained, "I'm just stepping out for a few minutes to take a call."

I was going to take the call in my car which I had parked in the spacious driveway earlier.

"Why are you calling me, Emily?" I asked, not even attempting to take the edge off my voice.

"I'm not doing well, Copter, thank you for asking after my well being," she said sarcastically.

"I'm sorry," I said, "let's start over then. How are you doing, Emily?" this time it was my voice that sounded sarcastic.

"You heard me the first time," she complained. I could hear the slight tremor in her voice.

I sighed, trying hard not to lose my patience. I wanted badly to end the call. I couldn't bear to hear the sound of her voice. It only served to bring back all the painful memories.

"Why are you calling, Emily?" I asked again.

"Your son needs a blood donor."

I almost dropped my phone.

"You have got to be kidding me," I said, after I barely recovered my composure.

"Why don't we meet up some place so that you can see your son?" she asked.

"Let's meet at a DNA clinic," I suggested.

I was not yet ready to believe that I had fathered a son by her. She had been lying and cheating all throughout our relationship. There was no way that I would believe a word she said ever again.

"How about I send his pictures to your phone?" she countered.

"No can do," I replied, "DNA clinic or I don't meet with you at all."

"Forget it," she said, "if you can't accept your son on my word of honor, I'm not letting you see him."

"Your word of honor is not honorable enough for me," I said bitterly, "you either prove to me through a DNA test that I have a son or we don't talk at all."

She ended the call without a word but in the next second, my phone sounded with a notification of an incoming text.

She had sent me an image of a little boy who was, in my estimate, almost a year old.

The little boy was smiling straight at the camera, with the cutest dimples peeking out from either cheek.

My heart thudded loudly in my chest.

Could it be possible?

I recalled a baby picture of mine that was in my photo gallery in my phone.

I opened my gallery and searched for it.

Then I went back to the picture that Emily sent to me.

I gripped the wheel of my car so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

I almost jumped in my seat when I heard two loud knocks against my car window.

It was P'Kim peering anxiously at me through my car window.

I stepped out of the car.

"You look like you have seen a ghost," he said, "what did that bitch say to you?"

"Don't call her that, please," I said. Even though I felt nothing but anger and bitterness and resentment towards Emily, I could not stand having Kimmon refer to her as 'that bitch'.

I had not yet recounted to P'Kim the reason for my break up with Emily. I did not want P'Kim to judge her and bad mouth her without knowing her personality.

I noticed P'Kim shaking his head from the corner of my eye.

"The usual reason for a breakup is when someone cheats on the other," he said, "if it wasn't you..."  he let his voice trail off, and then  "...I will leave you to do the math, doc."

After a few seconds of silence, he turned to me to say, "You wanna talk about it? You really look like you could do with a stiff drink."

"You better fix me one," I agreed with him.

We went back to his study, with Bernard eyeing me curiously but respectfully not saying a word.

After we went inside his study and P'Kim had closed the door, I turned to him, not waiting to hold a stiff drink in my hand.

"P'Kim, I have a son," I blurted out.

Shit, P'Kim fell unconscious to the floor.